Just when you think your job is terrible, someone has to compare flavors.

Ziggy Cohen.

With all this audio tech, could someone, somewhere PLEASE give us the as-full-as-possible cut of Hallelujah? Granted, it might run a couple of hours, but some of us (meaning me, anyway) would line up and throw our money at it.

Ditto.

All during middle school aka junior high and high school, I was the doormat. Like SK wrote in Christine, every school has at least two, one for the girls and one for the boys. Yep. That was me. Bullied? Yeah, you can call it that. By the students verbally and physically, by the staff verbally.

As I am wont to do, I read the headline, and then took several minutes (not seconds) t0 look at the photo. All I kept coming back to was “She’s adorable!” If I didn’t I thought “She’s cute!” I have a grandson and a granddaughter about that age, and neither of them are as well brushed/styled/whatever the term is (old…

My take on “crack” anything (in particular “Amish crack” from Rise N Roll in Indiana) has less to do with anything in the article but more to the point that crack, upon ingestion, inspired an immediate desire to do it again, other drugs being something that had to be used a few times before the body began demanding it…

Multiple breeds of apple. (Just, as above, never Red Delicious. Ick.)

No votes for any of you. Aimee came closest but seriously?

I just happened to be listening to this song while reading the article...

I got it, so no to the idiot. Well, sometimes one has to protect oneself and all, so I respect that.

It was 1977 for me. Most of it is missing due to drugs and alcohol.

But I like moist. And misty. I love misty.

Ours is in the White House a heartbeat from the Oval Office.

*whispers* Kroger is a Union house.

I stopped getting the invites.

THE SHOCKING TRUTH OF AMERICAN YOUTH

True story. First job, working at a Big Boy restaurant (Elias Bros.), and for reasons I now forget I had to go into the manager’s office, where he was talking to the head waitress. She told me she was getting coffee for the two of them, and was kind enough to offer bringing me a cup. I thanked her first (of course, I…

Ah, Crazy Uncle Ted, the one that shows up and we all just nod and smile (until he decides to pick up his guitar, of course, and then he commits sonic mayhem for our pleasure).

HAHAHAHA